Well, they are most pleased with Ben for having cleared their path, in such a drastic way. He took every cumberance out of that closet and left me with bare floors. Since then, I have cluttered it some in my unduly way, but for the most part it is manageable.
It seems that the angels, just expect that a Chrisian home will have a closet with a connection directly to the Father's ears. So they camp out there to see what of the will of God that they can learn from the interaction between God and His people. Why don't you use your closet? We have to run all over your house to find what God is telling us to do? They drew pictures of a well ordered closet and they showed me dark wings on the floor of the closet and brighter wings on the hangers. "Cleanliness is next to godliness?" woven into the fabric of the sky everyday. It's a bit snug in there, for my taste in prayer. That is no excuse for a cluttered closet floor, by no means, but it is my reason for not spending much time in there.God knows my heart and He will and does meet me wherever I call out to Him in the house, out loud or in my heart. But, it took 3 or 4 years for the angels to find out that I meet with God in the living-room. That is my prayer closet. I thought that the laundry room would be the place. But the windows to the backyard and the birdfeeder with the sparrows and others who enjoy the sumptuous fare makes my heart cry out in gratitude to God, more than my closet. Am I being disobedient to the injunction "Enter into your closet, and you Father who sees in secret..."? I have seen Him see me in secret, openly, and openly in secret.
Yesterday, they showed me the trumpet blast in the sky again and this time it was more intricate. As though, the round part of the blast was concave and the lines out from the blast were more multidimensional. That's how I know that it was the angel's painting and not Helen. Helen, just shows the outside silhouette of the blast, so to speak and not the intricate details. The stair paintings and the intricacies of the blasts are the angel's reminders that Jesus is coming. I know, He's coming and we must get ready. It is a heart readiness and it is amazing that the blast that is in the sky for all to see is in secret, even though it is openly. I guess God deals with us openly secret, like in my living-room. Everybody could see and yet everybody may see and might not see.
I know that the angels aren't really worried about my closet, ultimately. It is just a conversation about something that we can both relate to. You clean a lot of other things, but your closet is a mess. Yes, it is a mess and I will get to it! Ben got to it, hooray for him!
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